That brings me here.

Nothing special, I’m sitting on a metallic chair.

The cheapest kind you’ll probably find in IKEA. Which is probably why they have a whole row of these at the entrance.

I look around, gawking at the typical decor. Some awards on the side, a minimalistic artifact from god knows what culture…

As I look around like a foreigner, I accidentally meet eyes with the receptionist.

A middle aged lady, dressed in a hot pink blazer. Slightly on the chubby side.

Dismissing my shock, I quickly flash a smile so radiant that guy from a toothbrush commercial would be envious of. Take that!

She seems shocked for a moment, but quickly smiles back.

I’ve been told to come at 9AM, but it’s 8.47AM now.

I look at the digital clock positioned right on the ceiling.

Not right on time, but not too early.

“Perfect.” I say to myself.

Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road.

I’m slightly fidgety. It is my first interview since that scholarship interview I had a number of years back.

As the receptionist beckons me warmly to enter, I clench my fist.

Well, now that I’m here, no need to think about the random stuff.

Let’s just go for it.

I caress the cold metal doorknob.

“Sss.”, I let out. So cold.

*Eeek*

I turn the knob, pushing the door open to see a man and woman in formal attire.

They’re smiling at me.

I smile back.

It’s a distance, so I figured I’ll start it off.

I turn to close the door, and the moment I turn back to start walking to the lonely seat waiting for me on the other side, I make eye contact with the woman.

“Pleasure to meet you both, I’m Takeshi Sato.”, I say as I walk, nodding to the woman then the man.

“I believe my resume is with you, I’ll just share a bit more on myself before we start?”, I ask as I walk slowly, looking at the man.

They both nod, with the male raising his hand up, beckoning me slightly to continue.

“Thank you, well, I’ve studied for a good half of my life. I hope I’m not too boring, I like reading a lot, but I do Tennis on the weekends. If anyone’s a Football fan please let me know, I’m a sucker for anything Football, haha.”

I grasp the cold metal of the seat, bending down as I get seated.

“I have a love-hate relationship with coffee, can’t do without it. Half of my University expenses were on Coffee, so you may not want me near a Starbucks article?”

“I guess that’s about it from me, I appreciate the chance for this interview.”

I smile at them, before a momentary silence flashes.

There’s nothing to it, I took control of the conversation at first, but still handed it back to them as courtesy.

Even if they were to be offended, the ‘interview’ hasn’t started officially yet since I spoke before I sat down.

They stare at me with poker faces for…

1… 2… 3… 4…

5…

“HAHAHAHAHA! You. You’re hired man!”, the man says boisterously as he gets up to shake my hand.

The female does the same, smiling, “Welcome to the team.”

I shake their hands, “The pleasure’s all mine. This may be too late, but there’s a Coffee Machine here, right?”